Shoot it up; come on, do it just one more time.

I know you'll take the risk, 'cause now, son, you're mine.

I'll hold you down, make you scream in pain.

Because I know for you, the voices are always in the blame.

But no, people never listen when you try to tell them the facts.

"They told me to do it!" You scream; but they think it's all an act.

A silly little game, like hopscotch or tidily-winks,

But this is the real world, and people don't have time to think.

They're too busy, caught up in their daily lives,

While you're still here fading, life shaken from your eyes.

But that's what I'm here for- I'm your friend, don't get me wrong.

And so is this drug, so please, son; play along.

Just hold the syringe tight- be careful, don't let it slip.

And pour the liquid into your veins- drip, drip, drip...

Until you're finally high enough- I think you can reach the clouds!-

To forget about life, and never want to come down.

And so my game begins- I get you addicted, then what?

Well, I live inside of you, and guide you cut by cut.

Yup, that's right- you need to be punished for not listening to me.

I had to force the thing in you, because you said you'd be "drug free".

So, here's your lesson, and maybe you'll learn by next round:

You do what I say, because consequences will come around.

So drip, drip, drip, just like the powder in your skin,

You blood falls to the floor, the cut open, bleeding in.

I told you, son, you have to listen when I speak.

I'm the one who controls you now; before me your days were bleak.

They were boring, lifeless, just sleep, work, and meals,

But now they're interesting, exciting, and now you can finally feel.

Do you feel it, no? Well how about now?

All I did was deepen the cut, taking you off the middle ground.

You were okay with the grazing- it broke the skin, just a hair.

But now the blood's rushing out, to remind you that nothing's fair.

To remind you that I am in control! I'm the one who wears the pants!

But you're too high to realize that this was all in my plan...

I build you up, to tear you down.

Let you rise, then fall to the ground.

I say you're weak, then call you strong.

You aren't a fighter, but I guess I'm wrong.

Do you see what I'm doing, or are you too doped-up to comprehend?

This is my life now; I've finally gotten my chance to live.

Oh, I'm just using your body- don't worry, I'll give it back.

But when you're only a shell, a man of lives past.

But what will you do, when people notice a revolution?

You'll be mean, ugly in attitude, and people are going to question your "improvement".

But no, it's only an improvement to me!

No one else will agree; they're too blind to see.

So go on, blame me here, when they ask you what's wrong.

They'll catch you when I'm off guard, sleeping, so ramble on.

"It's the voices! They're controlling me!" But no one will hear your cries.

"Sure they are, Reid..." They'll just turn away and sigh.

They'll talk about you behind your back- you do know that, right?

They'll say how you're different, how you've revolutionized.

I'm telling you- inviting me in, it has its leaps and bounds.

Obstacles around every corner, but in the end it's better to longue.

Be laid back, come on, and feel a little now.

Don't tell me this isn't exciting, you're flying- but how?

It's all in the drug, in the little white-powdered spoon.

Heat it up, shoot it up, kick back your head and howl at the moon.

So tell me- you gonna listen? Or do I need to bring out the knife?

You're not gonna do it? Sucks for you. But I told you- it's my life.

Cut, cut, cut... and away with your soul.

Call me when you catch your breath, unless you fall into the hole.

In the hole, you're in it for good, with all the eerie silence.

Then the drug become your life, with me as your only co-pilot.

So tell me, son; you gonna behave?

Hold that thought, because the drug's what I crave.

You won't let me, huh? You know what? Screw you!

I'm going to do what I want, and what I want is to turn you blue.

You're going to suffocate, and before you know it, I'll be gone.

You won't shoot it up again, so I'll find a new body before dawn.

One who will listen; who will do what I say.

This is your last chance- do you want me to leave, or stay?